glanced at the near-empty
bottle.
“Dang! Don’t much come in
this bottle, huh? That's how they get ‘cha.”
Turning the bottle up
again, she took a few final sips. A steady knocking vibrated
against the walls and Jasmine knew it was Teresa's headboard. She
rolled her eyes and dumped the empty bottle. She opened the
refrigerator and popped the top on a Budweiser. She would be drunk
in a minute.
“It takes a dummy to make
you drink yourself stupid,” she burped and laughed.
Knock, knock, knock, knock
. . .
The steady drumming of the
headboard made Jasmine curious to see if Teresa’s door was
unlocked. So she decided to check it out. The closer she got to the
door, the more she could smell the scent of marijuana coming from
the room. Jasmine twisted her nose. She couldn't stand weed. The
musty smells were supposedly a good thing, but she didn't want her
house to be fragranced with it. The thought of what was about to
occur made Jasmine giggle.
This is for busting in my
room earlier, she thought.
Jasmine twisted the
doorknob and barged in, singing an old Whitney Houston song
loudly.
“And I-E-I . . . will
always love you!”
The song sounded like a
train wreck coming from her mouth. She coughed and laughed, bending
over and looking up to see the looks on Teresa’s face and her
playboy for tonight. In a split second, she recognized Teresa’s
client. It was the man of her dreams -- Maurice Desmon Jones.
Seeing him sent Jasmine into a minor trance. Her breath shortened,
her lips thinned, and she stood erect.
“What the . . . ?” Jasmine
yelled, looking into his eyes.
“Get out of here!” Teresa
yelled.
“You tramp!” Jasmine
exclaimed.
Jasmine ran toward Teresa,
clenching her throat in a vice grip, squeezing and pulling her out
of the bed. Teresa kicked and choked up a scream, slapping Jasmine
across the face. Jasmine slammed her into the bedroom wall causing
blood to run from her nose and mouth. Maurice stood to his feet and
quickly put his clothes on.
“Yo!” he screamed. They
were not listening. They pulled, yanked, and screamed at each
other. “Yo, I’m outta here, man!”
Jasmine reached for
Teresa’s hair, but Teresa held her arms up to protect herself.
Still, Jasmine was able to get a handful. Using extraordinary
strength, she smashed Teresa’s head into her nightstand. A loud
crack followed and Teresa fell to the floor, causing her to shed a
tear. Jasmine stomped on her repeatedly, but there was no movement
from Teresa.
She grabbed a handful of
Teresa's hair and yanked her head up to look into her eyes. A blank
stare gazed back at her -- she was lifeless. A few moments of
silence passed as reality sunk in. What had Jasmine done? She tried
to catch her breath. What was she going to do now? She burped and
re-tasted the wine.
“ Look
what you made me do!” Now in another realm, her life would be
forever changed.
The doorbell rang again,
snapping Jasmine out of her trance. The room she was standing in
was a complete nightmare, but she didn't care.
The guest at the door had
the worst timing. Jasmine saw Saundra on the other side of the
door, Teresa's sorority sister. Jasmine didn’t like her, either.
Because Saundra and Teresa were always
together, Jasmine was convinced they were two peas in a
pod.
“Can I help you?” Jasmine
asked in the calmest voice she could muster. Saundra stuck her head
in the door and looked around.
“Is Teresa
here?”
“No, she's
not.”
“Really?” She pointed to
the parking lot . “Her car is outside. Are
you sure she's not in?”
Jasmine's lip twitched.
“You know what? You might be right. Why don't you take a look for
yourself?” A small grin crossed her face.
“Great. That’s
better.”
Jasmine widened the door
to let Saundra in. She needed an accomplice and the thought of
calling Maurice for help crossed her mind. Jasmine slammed the
bottle.
“Dang! Don’t much come in
this bottle, huh? That's how they get ‘cha.”
Turning the bottle up
again, she took a few final sips. A steady knocking vibrated
against the walls and Jasmine knew it was Teresa's headboard. She
rolled her eyes and dumped the empty bottle. She opened the
refrigerator and popped the top on a Budweiser. She would be drunk
in a minute.
“It takes a dummy to make
you drink yourself stupid,” she burped and laughed.
Knock, knock, knock, knock
. . .
The steady drumming of the
headboard made Jasmine curious to see if Teresa’s door was
unlocked. So she decided to check it out. The closer she got to the
door, the more she could smell the scent of marijuana coming from
the room. Jasmine twisted her nose. She couldn't stand weed. The
musty smells were supposedly a good thing, but she didn't want her
house to be fragranced with it. The thought of what was about to
occur made Jasmine giggle.
This is for busting in my
room earlier, she thought.
Jasmine twisted the
doorknob and barged in, singing an old Whitney Houston song
loudly.
“And I-E-I . . . will
always love you!”
The song sounded like a
train wreck coming from her mouth. She coughed and laughed, bending
over and looking up to see the looks on Teresa’s face and her
playboy for tonight. In a split second, she recognized Teresa’s
client. It was the man of her dreams -- Maurice Desmon Jones.
Seeing him sent Jasmine into a minor trance. Her breath shortened,
her lips thinned, and she stood erect.
“What the . . . ?” Jasmine
yelled, looking into his eyes.
“Get out of here!” Teresa
yelled.
“You tramp!” Jasmine
exclaimed.
Jasmine ran toward Teresa,
clenching her throat in a vice grip, squeezing and pulling her out
of the bed. Teresa kicked and choked up a scream, slapping Jasmine
across the face. Jasmine slammed her into the bedroom wall causing
blood to run from her nose and mouth. Maurice stood to his feet and
quickly put his clothes on.
“Yo!” he screamed. They
were not listening. They pulled, yanked, and screamed at each
other. “Yo, I’m outta here, man!”
Jasmine reached for
Teresa’s hair, but Teresa held her arms up to protect herself.
Still, Jasmine was able to get a handful. Using extraordinary
strength, she smashed Teresa’s head into her nightstand. A loud
crack followed and Teresa fell to the floor, causing her to shed a
tear. Jasmine stomped on her repeatedly, but there was no movement
from Teresa.
She grabbed a handful of
Teresa's hair and yanked her head up to look into her eyes. A blank
stare gazed back at her -- she was lifeless. A few moments of
silence passed as reality sunk in. What had Jasmine done? She tried
to catch her breath. What was she going to do now? She burped and
re-tasted the wine.
“ Look
what you made me do!” Now in another realm, her life would be
forever changed.
The doorbell rang again,
snapping Jasmine out of her trance. The room she was standing in
was a complete nightmare, but she didn't care.
The guest at the door had
the worst timing. Jasmine saw Saundra on the other side of the
door, Teresa's sorority sister. Jasmine didn’t like her, either.
Because Saundra and Teresa were always
together, Jasmine was convinced they were two peas in a
pod.
“Can I help you?” Jasmine
asked in the calmest voice she could muster. Saundra stuck her head
in the door and looked around.
“Is Teresa
here?”
“No, she's
not.”
“Really?” She pointed to
the parking lot . “Her car is outside. Are
you sure she's not in?”
Jasmine's lip twitched.
“You know what? You might be right. Why don't you take a look for
yourself?” A small grin crossed her face.
“Great. That’s
better.”
Jasmine widened the door
to let Saundra in. She needed an accomplice and the thought of
calling Maurice for help crossed her mind. Jasmine slammed the
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